network video from red fish bridge;

[aberrant_type]

Who: Zoe Hange
Broadcast: Video
Action: for Red Fish crewmates
When: Tuesday... October 7... midday...?

[Someone is experimenting with shipwide broadcast. The screen shows Hange sitting with her hands folded in front of her, grinning amiably at the camera.]

Hmm. Is this thing working? I think so... [She pauses for a couple seconds and then laughs.] Well, I guess I'll find out! Hello, everyone, this is Captain Hange of the SS Red Fish speaking. [She winks.] I just got the paperwork turned in. Sorry to surprise you, Nunnally and Skull, but I decided I'd be up for it and thought it was better to get it done!

Now, I'm addressing everyone today to mention the tiny thing that's been embedded in our skulls! I'm guessing everyone has noticed that they have something in the back of their head that's difficult to even touch. It feels maybe bottle-cap sized! I hope that's familiar-sounding to all of you? I'm a little reluctant to actually open up someone's head but I wonder if anyone has tried that yet! Have you removed someone else's implant? Have you removed your own? If so, amazing! How did you do that? Nunnally let me experiment with hers a little, noninvasively of course, and reported discomfort that seemed unnaturally strong even when another person was just touching it! Thanks for your contributions, brave girl.

Also, as I told some of you, I didn't know anything about space before arriving here, but suddenly upon arriving I do! Also, we have a little room on this ship where I know how to use everything! That's unusual, given my home doesn't have anything close to this level of technology. I'm still exploring that equipment, but I wonder what others have noticed! I certainly don't understand everything on the ship, but I'm guessing if I mysteriously understand this one room, others will understand some other parts! What do you know now that you didn't know before? If you feel up to it, please let me know!

[holy talking, batman. She takes a moment to breathe, grinning at the screen still in an I know I know many words fashion.]

Great to meet you all, by the way! Let's get along and work productively together!

Comments

Video

[wilder]

[Oh sweet goddess. Kaneis is rubbing the temple of his forehead]

While I can appreciate the esteemed Captain Hange's desire for learning, I gotta say- unless there's a neurosurgeon aboard your vessel, please don't try to remove any implants.

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[aberrant_type]

Hello there, Kaneis! Good hearing from you again!

[aberrant_type]

Any "neurosurgeons" who are listening should speak up if they feel able.

[wilder]

[Well, at least that's something]

Hiii. Good to hear from you too. [Kinda Sorta] Congratulations on your promotion?

[aberrant_type]

Thank you! Do you have a captain yet?

[wilder]

I don't think so. Though I wouldn't be surprised if Cecil applies.

[aberrant_type]

A white-haired woman, is that correct? She seemed level-headed, I'm sure she'll do an excellent job.

[wilder]

That's the one! Yeah, she at least seems a better handle of the job than the rest of us.

[Seeing how Peter can barely finish sentences and he just hates people]

video

[amarant]

[ Oh, this voice sounds familiar. There is, thankfully, a communication station (sweet rhyming, I know) in the sickbay/lab/makeshift Lair of Hiding Out From Fellow Crew Members, so that's cool.

The skull's a bit askew today, enough that her hair is peeking out from underneath it. ]

Aren't they strange? They don't want to come out. They protest if you try.

[ Drumming her fingers, almost idly, against the back of her neck. ]

they weren't video before, right?

[aberrant_type]

... This is Emblica?

[aberrant_type]

What about you, Kaneis? Have you found a job to do?

i figured they weren't, I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE..established at some point , mea culpa.

[amarant]

That's right, Miss Hange.

[wilder]

Heh, yeah. For some reason they thought I'd be a good pilot!

NO WORRIES we'll just roll with "no"

[aberrant_type]

... what a cute little skull you have! Is there a face under it?

[aberrant_type]

Are you assuming you won't be?

o7 yes cap'n!

[amarant]

[ A quiet sound that might? be close to a laugh. ]

I can't show you that.

[aberrant_type]

[Aw... that's cute. Hange will just keep playing, if not entirely playing along.]

Why's that? Are you shy?

[amarant]

No.

[ A slight pause. ]

Where do you think someone's soul is, Miss Hange?

[aberrant_type]

I haven't thought much about the soul at all, to be honest. Souls aren't really my area.

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[theboogieman]

captain?

[he's so helpful.]

[aberrant_type]

That's me! [A HELPER AND A TREASURE IN TURN CLEARLY]

[amarant]

People have many different ideas about that. Some believe it's the same place as the heart, some think that it's around you. No one can agree, because there isn't any way to find out.

Many people believe it can be stolen. For example, if someone captures you on film, or if they record your voice. Maybe if someone looks into your eyes, they can steal your soul.

Of course, I don't think that's true.

[ THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT. ]

Even if it was possible, someone would have to know what a soul is, first. And then where it is. Then, how to steal it.

What use would someone have for a soul? I can't think of one.

[aberrant_type]

[Hange can draw some of her own conclusions, and they don't all have to be made right away. So, for now she's just content to listen to Emblica's story, such as it is. Rather than speaking right away she mulls it over before responding.]

What an interesting place your world must be. It's been a long time since I've heard talk of souls from any common person. Of course, for most the idea of the soul, real or not, makes no difference for their day to day lives; we don't worship that. Humans in my home worship the walls.

[amarant]

They worship the gods, not the souls. One created the other, so they have to be thankful.

[ She has now begun fiddling with a small roll of bandages, wrapping it and unwrapping it again. ]

What have the walls done for them?

[wilder]

Who knows. Flying spaceships was never exactly on my list of things to do with my life.

But hey, at least it means I won't be stuck working in the sickbay again.